(Verse 1) In the dead of night, you took your aim With your twisted heart, playing your game But your arrows fly wild, they miss their claim Shot through the head, and you're to blame
(Chorus) Shot through the head, and you're to blame You're William Tell, with bad aim Your love's a twisted, wicked flame Shot through the head, and you're to blame ...
(Bridge) I won't be your target, your pawn in your game I'll break free from your grip, I won't bear the shame Your lies and your deceit, they won't hold me down I'll rise above, I won't wear your crown
(Chorus) Shot through the head, and you're to blame You're William Tell, with bad aim Your love's a twisted, wicked flame Shot through the head, and you're to blame
(Outro) Your arrows of love, they fall to the ground In the echoes of silence, a new strength is found Shot through the head, but I'll rise above You're William Tell, with bad aim, but I've found love
(Verse 1) In the dead of night, you took your aim With your twisted heart, playing your game But your arrows fly wild, they miss their claim Shot through the head, and you're to blame
(Chorus) Shot through the head, and you're to blame You're William Tell, with bad aim Your love's a twisted, wicked flame Shot through the head, and you're to blame
(Verse 2) You drew back your bow, with a deceitful grin But your love's just a game, I won't let you win Your words cut deep, like a dagger's blade But I won't be the one left betrayed
(Chorus) Shot through the head, and you're to blame You're William Tell, with bad aim Your love's a twisted, wicked flame Shot through the head, and you're to blame
"William Tell" in bold gold letters, "BAD AIM" in bold White letters, 1980s heavy metal album cover art featuring a hair band archer
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